Behind The Sea taby ukulele według Panic! At The Disco (Chwyty barytonu)

[Verse]
D            Dsus2           D         Dsus2
Our daydream spills from my gold head
                   Bm
Breaks free of my wooden neck
G               Gm
Left a nod over sleeping waves
D            Dsus2          D       Dsus2
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
                   Bm
Floating flocks of candle swans
G              Gm
Slowly drift across wax ponds

[Chorus]
D            Bm             F#m             Bm
 The men all played along to marching drums
            F#m          Bm          A
And boy did they have fun behind the sea
          D        Bm                F#m             Bm
They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks
          F#m          Bm          A
And we're all too small to talk to god
           D            Bm          A
Yes, we're all too smart to talk to god"

[Verse]
D         Dsus2              D              Dsus2
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
      Bm
To us from the dock.
G                     Gm
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
D            Dsus2           D        Dsus2
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk.
                   Bm
Scarecrow now it's time to hatch
G                  Gm         (stop) D
Sprouting sons and ageless daughters.

[Middle 8]
D                C                            Am7
Those watermelon smiles just can't ripen underwater
Just can't ripen underwater

[Chorus]
D            Bm             F#m             Bm
 The men all played along to marching drums
            F#m          Bm          A
And boy did they have fun behind the sea
          D        Bm                F#m             Bm
They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks
          F#m          Bm          A
And we're all too small to talk to god
           D            Bm          A
Yes, we're all too smart to talk to god"